no one's a gas like the living deadset to mate their own brain and leadpull you past your breaking pointsmile's sinister, hear their creaking jointscarry on when i'm gonesay you want a little funa ghastly blast on the kid with the gunthis crazy thing, well its no act"oh what a night" reads his epitaphcarry on when i'm goneset on this path since the day he was bornit's a last ditch laugh so invite a coroner